Two weeks later, Joy stood outside in the late August heat and watched her things being moved again. Had it really only been two months she’d been here? It had felt like an eternity, and yet also like the blink of an eye.
Looking up and down Main Street, she had to admit, she’d miss this place. She could’ve seen herself staying here for good. But now she was running back to the place she’d run from. How was that for ironic?
“Joy!”
She stiffened. She’d know that voice anymore—it was the voice that haunted her dreams most nights. She turned, and she had to stifle the sob from crawling up her throat.
Adam walked up to her. He looked…tired. Thin. Pale. A part of her was upset by this, but another part felt vindicated. She was glad he’d been as miserable as she’d been.
“Are you really leav
